Scanning the room, we search for an anchor to balance the clashing forces between static and variable.

Look. Look. Survey.

Arresting our eyes on the water damaged surface along the wall, we continue propelling our bodies as oscillating vehicles that resist the fixed and unfixed.
<< spinning & spinning >>
Each revolution condenses the field between watermark and space. Spot…Spot…Spot.

Suspended fields between macro and micro, our vision agitated between the hazy and focused.

“Do we need a better prescription?”

Untethered by this erosion between source and loop, we throw our bodies against gravity. Spiraling into blurred points of intrusion, the watermark burns into our optics.